Bartholomew stumbled back and covered his head with his hands.
Alex leaped onto the mustached man’s back and shielded his body with his own. “Help me B-3!”
Pebbles, dust, and rocks fell from sky. Keeping one hand over his head, Bartholomew dove for the pair. Holding his coat lapels out like wings, he defended the man’s lower half from the raining debris.
“You thould not have built it! Not next to the white.”
“What are you talking about?” Bartholomew asked right before a large pebble hit his back. Ow.
Ow.“The true art and Blank Canvas cannot coexist. Shadow Swine know this.”
“We were protecting them. Keeping them back,” Alex argued.
More dirt and gravel sprinkled Bartholomew’s coat. Powdered his hair. He thought about pulling out hand sanitizer but needed to keep his coat umbrellaed
